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“Not the way I mean it.”

Cassie came with a cry that turned into Ellie’s name. Her body clenched around the toy. She drove down against it and stayed there while the contractions took her, one hand braced on Ellie’s chest, the other gripping her wrist to keep the pressure steady. Ellie felt each pulse through the harness and watched Cassie remain visible through all of them.

When the last sharp tremor eased, Cassie leaned forward until their foreheads touched.

“Your turn,” she said.

Ellie was already close. The harness had rubbed her clit with every movement, leaving her swollen and desperate beneath the straps.

Cassie did not lift off the cock. She shifted her weight back and slid her hand beneath the front of the harness. Her fingers found Ellie and pressed directly.

Ellie’s hips jumped. “God.”

“Stay with me.”

Cassie rocked once, taking the toy deeper as her fingers moved over Ellie’s clit. The double pressure stripped the humor from Ellie’s breath.

“Harder,” Ellie said.

Cassie gave it to her.

Ellie gripped her thighs. Pleasure gathered with impossible speed, fed by Cassie’s wet heat around the cock and the firm circles beneath the harness. The headboard struck the wall again, then again, the loose hardware keeping time.

Neither woman laughed now.

“Don’t close your eyes,” Cassie said.

Ellie held her gaze.

“Come.”

Ellie broke beneath her. Her orgasm caught at the center of the pressure and spread hard through her stomach and thighs. She cried out, hips lifting while Cassie kept her fingers exactly where Ellie needed them. Cassie rode the movement, still filled, still watching, her own body tightening again around the toy.

Ellie pulled her down as the pleasure softened. They landed chest to chest, breathless, Cassie’s hair across both their faces.

The headboard gave one final, delicate tap against the wall.

Cassie started laughing first.

Ellie joined her until the harness shifted and both of them groaned.

“Nobody can ever know about the screw,” Ellie said, still laughing into Cassie’s hair.

“I’ll correct it before breakfast,” Cassie promised.

“Chief, it’s midnight.” The title dissolved beneath another helpless laugh.

Cassie considered the dark window. “Then before coffee.”

They separated carefully, cleaned the toy, and left the harness to dry beside a box of smoke-alarm batteries. In the shower, Cassie washed the sweat from Ellie’s shoulders while Ellie worked shampoo through Cassie’s hair. They returned to bed damp and naked, leaving clean clothes in the boxes where they had begun.

Ellie fell asleep with Cassie’s leg over hers and two house keys waiting in the bowl by the door.

26

CASSIE

The long table arrived on Sunday in six pieces and without instructions. Priya found the faded diagram while Mo and Jamie argued over a crossbar and Ellie offered unrequested direction from the deck. The trestles finally settled beneath the lemon tree.